For ever in oon, as for to live in reste,
Myn herte seyth that it wol been the beste.'
230. 'O mercy, god, what lyf is this?' quod she;
1605
'Allas, ye slee me thus for verray tene!
I see wel now that ye mistrusten me;
For by your wordes it is wel y-sene.
Now, for the love of [Cynthia] the shene,
Mistrust me not thus causeles, for routhe;
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